When I heard last year that Zack Snyder would take the helm of the upcoming Watchmen movie, I was more than a little nervous. I was probably terrified. Written in 1986 by Alan Moore and illustrated by Dave Gibbons, Watchmen represents the zenith of sequential storytelling – the Mount Everest of graphic novels. It turned the superhero archetype on its head, examining a group of flawed, costumed men (and one woman) as they unravel a murder mystery and deal with very real personal issues. While not the most important comic ever written, it challenged and pushed the medium in ways hitherto unattempted. If you know nothing about the book, I’d direct you here (Wikipedia, natch) for what is likely a more succinct synopsis than I could provide. My explanations are nothing if not rambling. More? Really?